“The Peace of Wild Things” by Wendell Berry
This poem was one of my mother’s favorites.
It is also one of mine.
Despair for the World IS growing in me.
Time to turn to Poetry and Prayer.
I am grateful for National Poetry Month.
I am grateful to the Poets…
Wendell Berry has used his tremendous gift as a poet to bring positive change to our world.
Please watch the interviews with him.
You may reconsider cathedral ceilings.
You will think and you will laugh.
My husband’s family hales from Kentucky
as does Wendell Berry.
The accent brings warmth and good memories.
Peace, really;
Peace…
Jen
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THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
— Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
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I don’t have enough internet to watch the videos, but my heart is following you!
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Debbie
I think you live in my Heart. I carry you with me…
XO Jen
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love the poem. beautiful
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This makes me happy! It IS a Beautiful poem!
I hope your day is filled with warmth..
Peace, Jen
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I wish for you this peace of the wild things ……… in whatever form it can take shape:) Please remember: beyond despairing there is creative hoping …… even the smallest of lights destroys the darkness. Peace to you
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Oh YOU! Creative Hoping…
Yes. I am going to get right on that. I love that.
thank you my Friend,
Namaste, Jen
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The poem is wonderful. I also took the time to watch the videos. Thank you.
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